Almost everyone has a coworker they can't stand or dislike. However, these 19 people's coworkers from
This Is Insane
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“I had a coworker LITERALLY STAB ME WITH A F–KING FORK. It’s our lunch break and it’s around 12.
This devil spawn looks at the microwave time, looks back at me, looks back at the microwave and comments, ‘What a–hole cooks something for 12 minutes.’ I at first thought she was joking so I didn’t say anything. But she kept waiting for the microwave in her self righteous stance. Now I’m thinking holy f–k she actually thinks something is in there.
Keep in mind that there is now a lineup to use said microwave. Anyways to hurry things up I politely inform her that it is 12pm and the microwave was displaying the time. Everybody behind me figured out why the lineup wasn’t moving and started laughing. Now visibly embarrassed I notice a twinkle of rage in her eye, and as she tries to play it off cool she jabbed me with her fork on my chest. But the thing no one noticed except me was that SHE F–KING STABBED ME REALLY HARD”
The Cat Lady
“Last year, I obtained a place for an internship at a law firm in Shanghai.
The girl who occupied the cubicle next to me perturbed me more than any other person I have had the displeasure of meeting.
At precisely, 8am, 12pm, 3pm and 5pm, she would make an extended call on her work phone. At first, I thought she was perhaps talking to her child, for she cooed and sighed, her face tenderly blushing and her hands playing half hearted with her pen. She would always ask questions such as ‘Has my darling had his lunch?’, ‘Does he miss mummy?’ , and ‘Do you love me, my sweet?’, in the most sickly, patronising voice heard upon this earth.
On the second day, I asked her, out of politeness, and in the vain hope that she would reduce the frequency of her calls, how old her children were that she insisted on calling multiple times a day.
Well, friends, it turned out she was talking to her cats. They were left alone in her flat all day, and she would talk through her answerphone, placed on speaker, to them.
To make it worse, she misconstrued my simple question of politeness as my expressing a profound interest in her feline friends. She proceeded to speak at me at every given opportunity, leaning so close that she often blocked the light, with the most deranged smile upon her face. Apparently, she had 17 cats which she resided with alone, they would sleep in the same bed, and take baths together.
Her ceaseless talking eventually got so terrible that I had to request a transfer to another department”
The Worst Roommate And Coworker
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“I’m a funeral director, but before I was licensed I was a live-in night attendant at a big name funeral home. Live-in meaning I did in fact live at the funeral which always surprises people, but it’s very common for funeral homes to also have apartments. As a night attendant my job was to answer the phones at night when someone was calling to report a death.
The funeral home always had two night attendants to split up the work. Unfortunately about 6 months after I was hired, my coworker/roommate graduated college and moved out. They hired a new night attendant who I soon discovered was the antichrist.
She never cleaned, we always had fruit flies, she refused to let the air conditioner be on, she would throw away my food in the fridge, and then it got weird. She started walking into my room unannounced even if I was sleeping. I had to start locking my door. When I’d take a death call at night, she’d wake up to ask me who called and why. Like why the f–k do you think someone is calling at 3am? Someone died.
BUT WAIT! There’s more. She was practically a mad scientist. Always making homemade soap, lotion, etc. One weekend she made homemade root beer. We shared a giant walk-in closet and apparently she decided that was a good place to store the root beer. It exploded. It ruined half my clothes. But I understand mistakes happen, so I informed her of the Root Beet Catastrophe thinking she’d help me clean, pay for dry cleaning, something. No, she laughed. She didn’t even apologize- So I called my boss that night and quit”
Some Work Ethic
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“I worked with a guy whose only intent in life was to annoy people. He never did any work, usually claiming he was ‘new to the company’ and someone with a better notion of the background should do it instead, even after 6 months. Any work he did had to be redone.
He’s spend the whole day singing, whistling and/or tapping his foot. On the many occasions that I asked him to please stop, he’d intentionally do it louder, like a little kid. He wouldn’t miss an opportunity to whine about how little money he made, even though we all made the same, and while most people had rent and even kids to feed, he lived rent-free in a place his rich in-laws owned.
He eventually quit to spend a year abroad doing nothing but travel and smoke weed- Yes, the guy who kept complaining about money took a year off work”
So Meth-y
“Her name was Nikki.
She was a thirty-five year old woman with a husband just into his twenties and kids that only trailed about five years behind him. She got the job because she was supposedly a damn good housekeeper with fifteen years of experience (she later told us it was her ‘calling in life’), but she was insufferable to be around. The type of person you don’t believe exists in real life.
The first day she was there–within the first few minutes of talking to her–I not only learned she had been arrested for meth possession two months prior (which was a bogus charge, she asserted: ‘Don’t get me wrong, I love meth, but I didn’t have anything on me that time’), but that two days before, her husband had shaved her crotch and it became infected. She later told the head housekeeper that she had had a vaginal mesh surgery, sex hurt, and she was convinced she had cancer because a television ad told her so.
She also tried to pretend sleep paralysis was a disorder to get out of work, because I have bipolar disorder and got sent home because (due to insurance snafus) I was off my medicine and having a really hard time. She then later asked me what it was like ‘being crazy’ and tried to have me diagnose her mother?
Once she came in and, when I asked her how she was, she started yelling that her husband did heroin and she had s–t herself that morning and wanted to go home.
It would have been as easy as avoiding her if she didn’t get it in her head that she was destined to be boss of the place. She’d follow me around while I trained newcomers and bark orders at us. She’d try to tell superior or senior employees how to do their job. She’d chastise us for things we didn’t do, and seemed to have it out for me. She got in my face once and accused me of stealing towels, and apparently warned the laundry folks at the hotel to ‘keep an eye out for’ me.
Slammed her dog in a door, after bringing said dog to work because she was jealous of the manager’s dog.
When asked to stop doing things, would burst into tears and dramatically run to the front office to talk about how nobody understood her.
Went home on lunch breaks to get high and would come back, dazed and lost.
Refused to help the other housekeepers, but would pitch a bloomin’ hissy fit when people refused to help her.
She finally got canned after she cleaned a total of two rooms in three hours. When asked why she hadn’t done more, she said all of her rooms were occupied. When asked why she didn’t go help out elsewhere, she said she was in her assigned rooms, moving furniture to clean behind it. When asked how she did that when all of her rooms were occupied, she burst into tears and started yelling at the head housekeeper. Then she slammed the door in the manager’s face and stormed up and down the hall, sniveling and growling, until she gathered up all of her stuff and left- If nothing else, she was an adventure”
He Got Paid For This
“We had a guy who would spend all day doing literally nothing but play angry birds on his phone and go on random 20 minute walks through the building.
He had 3 different managers in HR meetings because he accused them of bullying him anytime they decided he needed to start working.
And the cherry on top was he was desperate to be a white knight so would falsely tell people’s girlfriends they were being cheated on then offer himself as a fedora clad shoulder to cry on.
The first two times he did it he was confronted about it and he weaseled out of it so it kind of blew over.
But he kept doing it over and over to different girls but their boyfriends were all in roughly the same group so everyone knew about him and told him in no uncertain terms he was not welcome to contact them.
Eventually, one boyfriend who’s girlfriend he had tried it one with too many times snapped at jumped him. Police got involved and the guy got charged (attacker not fedora).
That was the last time anything happened as he left work about 3 weeks later to ‘go to uni’- He was actually jobless living with his divorced mum (think Wills mum in the inbetweeners) watching a lot of Twitch”
Frickin’ Janice
“Back in 2010, I got a job in a small office. They put me in with a more senior employee, Janice, so she could train me. Janice was nice at first, but the a–holery started out subtly- she would ask me to ‘cover for her’ so she wouldn’t get in trouble for disappearing for hours on end to run her personal errands.
Her own internet use had been restricted, so she demanded to use my computer to browse the web. She snacked on soy nuts all the time and got greasy fingerprints all over my mouse. Then she ironically began policing my internet activity. If she hadn’t sent me a work order in a while and she heard me typing, she would snap at me to get off Facebook (I wasn’t even on Facebook, I just wrote short stories in my downtime).
She was a very in-your-face baptist, she prayed out loud before eating every meal & snack, and made very bigoted comments about non-christians. She texted and made personal phone calls all day long where she’d gossip and argue with people, and she’d call up businesses that she’d been to and accuse them of giving her poor service because she’s Black. Yes, she actually did this. She was late literally every day and made me lie to the boss and tell him that she was in the bathroom when he came looking for her.
She would screw around all day long, and then we’d BOTH have to stay late because she hadn’t gotten her work done on time. Just a sh—y, sh—-y employee AND person. Nobody liked her but she couldn’t be fired because she’d been there forever and the boss was afraid of her since she pulled the race card all the time.
Then she started actively trying to get me fired. I started getting called into the boss’s office all the time to defend myself against Janice’s claims that I wasn’t doing my work. My work records were on my side though and I was eventually moved into another lady’s office and put on another project.
Janice was still sending me work orders from her department though. I still did them, but they were a lower priority than my new project and that pissed her off. She knew she couldn’t yell at me for prioritizing my main project, so I started getting emails from her about my alleged ‘long lunches’. She noticed a couple times that I came back at 1:05 instead of 1:00, but on those days I hadn’t left until 12:05.
But even if I was late, she still wasn’t my supervisor and it was none of her business!
She never WAS my supervisor, she was only ever my trainer. Anyway, after several of these emails, I replied and CC’ed the boss, telling her that I had left at 12:05 and had taken exactly one hour for lunch and the timestamps on my logins would prove it. She then switched to a different tactic- she began sending me work orders long after she knew I’d left for the day- at 6, 6:30, sometimes even past 7- and then sent me angry emails(which she CC’ed to the boss) berating me for ‘shirking my duties’ and not getting them done. I replied back that our work day ends at 5 unless otherwise specified, and any work orders she sends me after 5 will be completed upon my arrival the next morning.
All was quiet for a while, but things came to a head on the day before Thanksgiving. The boss told us all to leave at noon, and about 5 minutes later Janice summons me to her office to tell me that we had to stay late and finish some ‘urgent’ work orders. I reminded her that the boss told us to leave at noon, and she physically got up in my face and barked, ‘Uh, you don’t get to leave until I leave!’. She shoved an inch-thick stack of work orders into my hands and turned back to her computer. I was so angry I was almost in tears. What can I do though? I’m the new kid and she’s a senior employee. I put on some good angry music to work to and after I’d finished a few work orders, the dates on them started standing out- they were months old, and not a single one was urgent in any way.
Busy work. She had given me f–king busy work just to keep me from leaving early.
I ducked out for lunch at noon and as I’m waiting in the drive-through line, she called me all in a tizzy cause she had come to check on me and thought I’d gone home. Aaaargh. I get back and finally finish up around 3pm, and just then the boss comes into my office to ask me how its going. I told him I was finished and he said, ‘Oh good, just put them back on Janice’s desk before you leave. We’re the only ones left here so I’m heading out, Happy Thanksgiving!’
Wait… what?
Put them back on Janice’s desk? We’re the only ones left here? What happened to ‘you don’t get to leave until I leave’?!
I grab the work orders, march back to her office, and sure enough- the lights were off and she was long gone. I hadn’t gotten any emails or calls since she called me at lunch, so she must have left right after that. Pawned her s–t work off on me, deliberately made me stay late just to spite me and ruin my day, while she went home to go enjoy her holiday. That b—h. That F–KING b—h. I cried the whole way home, tears of pure rage. I had never done anything to that rotten woman to deserve this kind of treatment, and to this day I don’t know why she targeted me like that.
A few weeks later she finally succeeded in talking the boss into letting me go me and to be honest, I was relieved. Never have I HATED a coworker more. I’ve worked with other a–holes, but she was the worst, the most malicious- I hope she gets hit by a truck”
Work Love Triangle
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“It was easily the bisexual love triangle that I had to deal with while working at Arby’s in college.
One of my managers (female) had just split with her husband, so she started banging one of the kitchen b—hes (male). When that went sour, she started hooking up with one of the female employees. Ordinarily, this wouldn’t be a problem, except the male kitchen b—h clearly still harbored feelings, which led to some nasty shouting matches during work hours.
They’d try to pull the other employees into it and get us to take sides. I was all like, ‘F–k you, I’m just trying to slice roast beef'”
Worst. Assistant. Ever.
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“Probably the lady who was my last assistant.
This woman, we’ll call ‘Izzy’, was so incompetent I wondered how in the Hell she was able to walk and breathe at the same time.
If you asked her to do something, she’d b—h and moan about having to do it, and b—h and moan while doing it. Also, unless you told her specifically, ‘Izzy, I need you to prepare this file, and I need it ready before 11:00 AM’, she would spend all day on it, and she would hold onto it until you went to her and asked her if she had worked on it.
Izzy was constantly making mistakes, I got to the point where I didn’t ask her to do anything unless my boss told me to have her do it, or if there was no other option (I was working on something that had to be done quick-smart, and was given something else that also had to be done quick-smart).
That’s whenever she actually showed up for work.
Izzy had a habit of constantly being out sick. While the law prevents us from firing or disciplining her for being out sick, the thing is, she was out sick it seemed like every day. If she wasn’t out for a whole day, she’d take half a day. Usually she’d go home for lunch, then e-mail (she never called, even though she’d been told frequently to do so) my boss and me, telling us she became sick.
She was a vegan, and one thing she ate a lot of was chia seeds. I think they were causing her to become sick. You can use them as an ingredient, but she’d eat them plain, or I think make a broth of them.
If we confronted Izzy about being sick all the time, including suggesting she see a doctor, she’d go on the defensive, telling us she didn’t trust doctors, didn’t want to get a shot, etc. I’d tell her I don’t like needles as much as the next person, but if it’s what will help me get well quicker, then fire away.
If Izzy wasn’t out sick, she was out smoking a cigarette. Over the years (about two) of working for us, Izzy would be out smoking, usually with some girl who was a lot younger than she was. Izzy was I think in her 40s; any other female coworker she liked hanging out with was in her 20s. This one coworker, who was the assistant to the CFO, would go out with her. I was getting sick and tired of them constantly going out there, and I’d had others tell me about them constantly being out there.
I told the CFO one day, ‘We need to separate Laverne and Shirley.’ She asked if I meant Izzy and her assistant. I told her yes. I said I don’t mind them going out for smoke breaks on occasion, but it was starting to get ridiculous. Her assistant was supposedly upset. I talked to the assistant and she said she never got upset; she seemed fine with it. Izzy, however, blew up at me, saying I needed to mind my own f–king business, and she had dirt on me, yada yada yada. Izzy had gotten in trouble before for allegedly taking photos with her phone of employees in other departments slacking off, in case she ever got called in for slacking off.
I think my boss was getting irritated with Izzy’s antics, because he would mainly give her ‘busy work’, such as preparing files from an old project for auditing or reimbursement. Something that was a mindless chore, didn’t have to be done right now, and kept her out of his hair and my hair.
After we had moved to the new building, we thought she would clean up her act. Where we were, the departments were separated, and in our department (mine and Izzy’s), half the time we’d be the only ones there, save for our boss, who usually kept to himself up in his office about halfway to the other side of the building. But in the new building, it’s a cube farm, and there’s basically another department across from us. Instead of having one or two people keeping tabs on her, she’d have six or seven people able to keep tabs on her, maybe more. You’d think she’d set herself straight. Wrong.
She stuck to her old habits. Probably even worsened since we’d moved. Until she was fired.
She was fired on the Friday before Memorial Day. I was out sick due to a bad respiratory infection, so I didn’t hear about it until I came back the following Tuesday. She had called out sick (e-mailed, as was her habit) that Friday. That Friday also happened to be a payday. She came in around 2:30 PM or so, when paychecks would have normally been handed out, to pick up hers. Thing is, she came in looking all dressed up like she was about to go somewhere, or had been somewhere. Shortly after Izzy left with her paycheck, she received a phone call from the company, asking where to send her final paycheck, as she was fired.
I also found out the younger girl she hung out with had also left, but had resigned. I think they had both planned to quit or leave together. Someone told me they thought the other girl quit after Izzy was fired because she thought Izzy’s firing was due to her.
We now have two new people working in our department, one an assistant to my boss (I understand he might get another one in addition to this one) and another girl who works with me a portion of the day, while helping in another department, and also working the front desk. Both so far have been far superior to Izzy or anyone else we’ve had”
He Made Her Wear Turtlenecks
“This guy from the marketing department. He was Egyptian and would constantly complain about America. He would b—h about little things like shortening ‘good morning’ to ‘mornin’.’ He would come into my office every day because I shared it with this girl he would flirt with. He would walk around my office picking things up off my desk and commenting on everything, always negative.
He was also one of those, ‘I just don’t understand sports, they are so primitive. Why aren’t people intellectual like me?’ I never once saw him working. He was in charge of the free stuff the employees could get like tshirts, sweaters, pens, notebooks and s–t but he would always complain and roll his eyes if someone asked for something.
He was married already but for some reason this girl didn’t see him as weird. Eventually he started to criticize the way she dressed, saying it was too casual and she needed to cover up more. She eventually came to work dressed in turtlenecks every day- It was really sad”
Deadly Incompetence
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“I had a coworker so incompetent he only LIVED for 2 days.
A bit of background: I worked construction back in the day and was working at the world expo 88 site in Brisbane Australia dismantling the buildings and displays.
Anyway, day one of this new guy showing up for work, I was teamed with him as we had a pretty easy task of using a cherry picker inside the USA pavilion and removing ceiling panels.
I was stacking them in the cherry picker with us and he decides he is just gonna start throwing them over the side, telling me they had to be down there anyway, well, one of the panels smashes into the side of the cherry picker severing the main hydraulics hose.
The thing dropped out from under us so fast we were both briefly floating in the air before we came crashing down on it and bounced out. I was pissed, he thought it was a big joke.
Next day: I am teamed with him again which didn’t make me very happy at all.
We are now working on the monorail station platform loosening bolts from the concrete walkway that lead to the top where you would board the train for the tour of the site.
While we are doing this we are told the crane needed to be re-positioned so it could lift the concrete slabs from the walkway, I take this to mean we got ourselves a few minutes break so I walked away to go sit under a tree, I look up and see the idiot I am working with standing underneath the platform so I motion for him to come to me because s00t wasn’t bolted down, he refuses so I walk over to him and explain that to him and he just shrugs and says whatever, he just wants to be there to chain the crane to the slab asap so we can go do something else.
After a minute or so of telling him he is a moron I just turn and walk away, not 3 steps into the walk I hear a mighty crash and the ground below me shudders, I turn back and the concrete slab above this guy has fallen on him.
I run over and start lifting the slab (which by the way is apparently 3 tons) and between me and another worker we lifted it.
At that point just about every drop of blood in this guys body came shooting out from under the slab from the deep gashes in the top of his head.
Needless to say, he died instantly but damn that guy just didn’t give a s–t and I still can’t work on construction sites because of that event”
Ohhh Greg
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“Greg. F–king Greg the dumba–. He wasn’t malicious or intentionally a pest he was just a f–king dumba–.
He would back himself into a corner with the pallet jack and then just drop the skid and go for a smoke. We only had one pallet jack. I worked at a food processing place and had to wear hairnets and gloves and s–t and one day he showed up for work in f–king denim hotpants and was like ‘Um, is this not appropriate’.
He got sent home and I had to stay late to cover his shift. One time he went to take a s–t and used so much f–king toilet paper it blocked up the entire system and somehow managed to flood the cold room where we kept the f–king product.
Whenever I feel like I don’t belong in the world of manual labour I think of Greg the dumba– and it makes me feel a lot better about myself”
That Picture…
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“I had a coworker once, let’s call her Mrs. BabyCrazy(MBC for short).
We technically worked together for two years. I say technically because she was on stress leave twice. Both times for over 6 months. She only worked part time and I was full time. We didn’t work the same shift too often.
She was older. I was in my early twenties and she was in her late thirties. She had been trying to get pregnant for quite some time apparently. And she needed to tell me all about her adventures with in vitro. No problem. I love babies and people who love babies. The problem was she was a little too baby crazy and super negative. Now I understand that in vitro is very invasive and is hard on a woman physically and emotionally. But she took the negativity to the next level. Just b—hed all the time about not conceiving yet. To me she wasn’t in the right frame of mind for a child.
All this would’ve been fine if it didn’t affect her work. But it did. I ended up doing my share of the work and hers. And we had to walk on eggshells around her so she wouldn’t go on stress leave again. I just wanted her to quit already. It was truly awful working with her.
What finally made me snap was when I came back from vacation. I hadn’t seen her for two weeks and it was my second shift back when I worked with her. She asked me if I wanted to see something cool on her phone. I’m all for checking out cool stuff so of course I said yes. Then she shows me a picture of a plastic container full of some sort of red jelly. I think oh cool she made some jam. Maybe she’s gonna gob me some jam. I love jam. Mmmm jam. NOPE! It was her dead baby in a plastic container- I lost my s–t, I cried and puked”
His Nickname Says It All
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“When I worked at a deli/grocery store/check cashing place we hired this kid named ‘Leeber.’ First of all, he had a self imposed nick name.
He was always touching people. Not sexually, just constantly poking and prodding. So we had to have a private talk about personal space in a professional setting.
He coughed on food and tried to serve it. Came to work with black fingernails and visible grime. Cue a private talk about hygiene.
He didn’t understand that the schedule wasn’t a suggestion. He’d come in on his day off, blow off shifts. Cue a talk about expectations.
The final straw is that he would not stop f–king around with our computers and network- We had a lot of sensitive information from the check cashing business and Leeber would not stop fooling around, despite having zero qualifications”
It Took That Long?
“I had this coworker one time at a bank that we’ll call Sam. Sam would go into the break room and dip his fingers or already-licked spoon into everyone’s lunch and the ice cream we used for celebrations.
He would sexually harass all the female tellers and constantly invade their personal space. He would roll around in his chair behind the teller line and taunt working tellers and piss off customers who thought he was still on the clock and not helping them. He would ignore the manager.
He would take forever to finish one simple transaction. He always made terrible mistakes, and we’d have to stay late to fix them. He’d purposely antagonize other tellers and prop his feet up on the manager’s desk- on top of her work.
Sam was also a racist and was finally eventually fired for being unable to keep his racism to himself”
The Time Traveling Robot Man
“Oh, my story isn’t as bad as some others here, but my coworker is so damn annoying! We in the office call him ‘Time Traveling Robot’.
-Eats soup almost daily. He will sit there for 15-20 minutes scrapping his spoon inside the bowl trying to get the last drop. JUST SIP IT OUT OF THE BOWL YOU F–KING PEASANT!
-Constantly sets his watch/calculator for things. About 30 times a day. Even more if he stays after hours to watch sports using our work wifi. (More on that later)
-He will just up and disappear for upwards to 15-45 minutes about 5 or more times a day.
-It is impossible for him to talk like a normal human being. ‘Yesh, sha’ (yes sir), ‘Survey says?’ (After he asks you a question, at least 10 times a day.), Speaks in about 5 different languages sporadically. (Within same sentences.) Forcing most people to ask him to repeat himself.
-Did I mention he loves sports? He missed an alert for over 5 hours because he was watching sports on tv and not watching his sites. General manager comes in at 2am asking why the alert is 5hrs old. Lost our tv privilege. A–hole.
-Once you answer a question of his. He will just stand there and stare at you. Not saying anything for upwards to 10seconds. Really creepy like.
-NEVER covers his mouth when sneezing. His monitors are NASTY! Covered in so much crud.
-Yawns audibly loud, REALLY loud, about every 15minutes. Sometimes more.
-Will put his name on tickets saying he is working them. Only to hand them off at the end of his shift to the next. Our shifts overlap for about 4 hours. Guess who gets all the extra work??
Now for some strange quirks:
-Probably the last person to actually use a ‘The Club’ on his steering wheel. (More than likely, he has a ‘Member’s Only’ jacket.)
-Uses TWO sets of sun reflectors front and back of his car. Dude, it’s 98degrees out. Your car is going to still be hot as hell.
-Saw him once eat an entire side cup of Parmesan cheese. Nothing else, just straight from the cup. (Was particularly strange)
I have no idea how he is still employed at my work. He is an empty chair… F–k you, Time Traveling Robot!”
Disgusting
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“This guy, Corum when I worked at McDonald’s. Corum sucked in literally every way he could.
He’d take orders in the drive thru and let people order breakfast long after breakfast was over because he didn’t want the costumer to be mad at him.
One time, he spilled ice cream mix all over the store manager.
He was always dirty when he came in. His shirt was covered in ketchup and mustard and he hadn’t been working for about 5 days.
He’d take orders wrong. Once he put that an a customer wanted 50 creams and sugars in her coffee. She wanted five, just five. How he got fifty I’ll never know.
Though by far, the worst was when he jacked off in the drive thru- That got him fired”
How Tragic
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“I worked with a woman named Shirley. She had a drinking problem so severe she couldn’t show up for a 5 hour shift, and when she did show up she couldn’t complete any function of her job. She would often be sent home.
I had to fire her, and she died a month later of alcohol poisoning- It was really sad all around”
His Dad Is The Boss
“I worked at a concrete company when I was 17 for a summer job, it was really hard work especially when your the new ‘young buck’ they shove all the s—ty jobs on you and see what it’ll take to make you quit. Anyway about 4 weeks into the job the owner of the company has his son who is my age come into work for him.
He got all of the easy jobs. Plus, whenever I was with him he would go out to the truck and take 10 minuet long water breaks. Then he would come back and pretend to do work but as soon as the foreman looked away he would slow his pace down or stop completely; and since he was usually working with me I was expected to pick up the slack.
I mean I get that it’s the bosses’ son but damn don’t mistake his laziness for my incompetence. I would strip whole rooms and this kid would just sit there breaking ties and I’m still pissed off about it”